1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 179 How many are left?

Zhao Jianjun took a mobile phone handed over by his subordinates. It was the phone he found in Hardy's bag. He handed it to him and said, "The person who called you said that there are more than a dozen Chinese people who have applied for political asylum and have to go into Central to do business." Take shelter for now.”

"Let yours be treated with the highest standards, and no body searches are allowed."

Hardy guessed the plan of Zhao Jianjun and others in a flash. His eyes widened and he said in horror: "NO! You are causing international disputes and the Commonwealth's counterattack."

Zhao Jianjun threw his arm and elbow and hit Hardy until he was dizzy. The corners of his mouth were cracked and swollen, his gums burst with blood, and his dentures flew to his feet.

"Bullshit international dispute."

But he didn't care. He held a gun in his right hand and knocked Hardy's mouth: "I have been a soldier for many years. I understand a truth. Only countries with international influence have international disputes. Countries without international influence only have international disputes. Countries without international influence only have international News."

"Call your guy, okay?"

The Commonwealth's hand on Hong Kong Island has been cut off, and the dogs on Hong Kong Island should also withdraw.

When a country loses its armed forces in a certain area, the next step is to be uprooted.

The Hong Kong Police Force has put things right. If MI6 continues to carry out blatant activities, will blood be shed in vain?
This is why the Mainland China Association commissioned Zhang Ziwen and Sir Xu to get the list. Not only did they need information, but they also wanted to give the ghost guy a clear warning - we have taken back the territory!

Zhang Ziwen is not afraid of anyone. He sends some black gloves to work. Who is still short of manpower overseas and who doesn't have an ancestor behind him? If you have the talent, you can stand up and learn from each other. If you don't have the talent, you will have to suffer the consequences of being dumb.

"I'm safe."

The words are decisive and dignified.

Hardy only hesitated for a second and said: "There are some Chinese who have applied for political asylum and are about to arrive at the office. Please help receive them and ask them to wait for me in the conference room."

The subordinate immediately responded to the order, but then he was confused: "Sir, news from the police department, a shooting occurred in Longhu Mountain, multiple employees and Mr. Guo Lunde"

"No body searches, no interrogations."

The atmosphere in the car was extremely gloomy, and the risk of letting Hardy talk on the phone was actually very high. As long as he changed his story in an instant, the entire plan would be ruined, and the next steps would be to exchange information.

This is not the Opium War, a time when a few ships and a few cannons could open the country. The world has changed. China is gradually regaining the dignity it lost as a world power. This is not to prove how great it is, but just to say: everyone here is It's garbage.

"Yes, sir!"

But Zhao Jianjun said from beginning to end that he wanted a certain piece of information, more like a squad specializing in terrorist attacks, so Hardy couldn't get any bargaining chips.

First start with the inside, then go step by step in all walks of life, until 97, officially change the flag, declare to the world, let your dog get out now!

"Beep beep beep."

And besides the ancestral home, how many influential areas does Daying have left?

"clear."

As a senior professional soldier with blood on his hands, he can deeply feel the iron-blooded energy overflowing from the opponent's body, and has no doubt that the opponent can really kill him.

"Sir!" The voice on the other side was very surprised.

Hundreds of millions of Chinese will fight for this in thirty or three hundred years!
And as Zhao Jianjun's eyes widened with anger, he pushed the muzzle of the gun into the old man's mouth, with a murderous threat between his brows.

Hardy said solemnly: "On the way back to the office."

Hardy finally nodded slowly: "OK."

He pressed a few numbers, dialed the phone, stared at Zhao Jianjun, and said solemnly: "I am Hardy."

The subordinates did not dare to ask more questions. They never imagined that someone would dare to attack the MI6 office, let alone question the decision of their superiors.

If his subordinates dared to question the orders of a senior spy chief, MI6 should have been disbanded long ago.

"Any question?"

Hardy hung up the phone and frowned as he looked at Zhao Jianjun's silence for a long time.

It wasn't that Zhao Jianjun noticed something was wrong, but he felt that Hardy was too cooperative and didn't look like a senior person at all. Ren Yuanhai had been in contact with ghost guys a lot, so he kind of understood what Zhao Jianjun was thinking, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "It should be fine." That's how ghost guys are.

"Inform the guys to do something."

Zhao Jianjun said.

"it is good."

Eighteen clerks outside the MI6 office in Central received the notice and entered the building with packages as planned. After several rounds of questioning, they actually took them all the way to the conference room to wait.

There's also coffee, desserts, and fish and chips.

The guys looked at each other and were not afraid. They sat at the table and feasted. The two retired bosses who led the team acted more wildly and made the ghost guys laugh.

When Zhao Jianjun received the call from his brother, he felt a little unsatisfied and too simple, but Ren Yuanhai said: "Gui guys are also human beings. Just like us, they don't have super high IQs or copper skin and iron bones."

"There is no 6 in MI007."

That was just a movie made by MI6 to cheat money.

The world is like a grassroots team. Who is more capable does not depend on the position, but on the selection mechanism. The world of Gui Lao has long been stratified, and the abilities of those screened out by the selection mechanism have been greatly reduced.

Hardy's grandfather was a wealthy man and his father was a political figure. He was born to be an elite.

"I hope you won't shoot after you get what you want."

At this time, Hardy promised: "As long as I am alive, the incident in Hong Kong Island will not cause any reaction. I believe in my ability."

Zhao Jianjun smiled when he heard this and said to Ren Yuanhai: "Look, he is quite smart, he is just spineless."

sizzle.

Two vans stopped at the door of the building. The brothers in the van put on masks, hung up their weapons, pulled the bolts and loaded the guns, opened the door and pushed the ghost guy out.

Hardy's body covered with age spots and limp white bananas are exposed to the eyes of passers-by.

"Do something!" The brothers rushed forward with guns and pushed him forward.

Hardy's hands were tied, a string of grenades hung from his shoulders, and he was pushed forward like a zombie.

A group of MI6 members guarding the door of the building were stunned when they saw an old man with burnt white skin. Seeing his face clearly shocked his IQ, and he hurriedly pulled out a gun.

"boom!"

"Bang bang!" Several members had already drawn their pistols, quickly pulled the bullets, and shot each person one at a time. They walked into the lobby unobstructed and got on the elevator.

upstairs.

The guys who had eaten and drank enough took out their weapons from their backpacks and swaggered to the office area. Click, click, click, shooting at tables, chairs, and personnel, killing all the people standing and leaving all the people alive. Kneel down.

Easily control corridors and elevators.

The brother named Qiu Shaoze still had fried fish in his mouth, chewing the fish and pressing the gun at the same time, as leisurely as going shopping.

The MI6 members in the monitoring room had already sounded the alarm, picked up their weapons, and rushed to the office area.

Sirens were blaring throughout the building and red lights were flashing, but no one came.
There was one a month ago, but sorry, now it’s a Chinese place!
"Da da da."

"Da da da."

As soon as Zhao Jianjun pushed Hardy out of the elevator, he met a group of MI6 members who came in a hurry. Their backs happened to be turned to him. They were very lucky to be used as meat targets. The bullets penetrated the flesh and blood and shattered the bones, which was very pleasant.

"How many are left?"

Zhao Jianjun asked.

(End of this chapter)